Subspace is an ocean of blackness: the absolute darkness that clings to the underside of all realities. It has no counterpart, for it already encompasses all possibilities.
Above it, the Universe hums in an unstable maelstrom. Shifting, and colliding, whirling around in a cosmic dance that only an outside observer can truly appreciate.
Power is generated from its internal collisions, lights flicker and dance in seclusion, occasionally illuminate the gloom with brilliant lightning, as unstable ions collide and mix with atomic movement.
There was a flicker, as though someone had momentarily opened a door, and the shadows leaped away from the Silent Revolution as it fell into the umbra of its' galaxy.
A light snapped on, and the Silent Revolution was illuminated with the force of a flashlight at the bottom of an ocean.
Large Movement could be seen.
Not movement, Large Movement, the type of movement when you're scuba diving on the ocean floor and a whale the size of an aircraft carrier swims over you. The type of movement when you're a fish and a shark one hundred times your size finds you interesting. The type of movement when you become aware of just how important size is, and how very little of it you have.
It was huge, dwarfing the Silent Revolution by a hundredfold, vaguely resembled an hourglass, and remarkably unconcerned with petty concepts like aerodynamics, or physics.
Organic tentacles stretched from the top to the bottom, intertwined so tightly it was impossible to tell where one began, and another ended. A pair of octagonal bases, huge and menacing, sandwiched it together with mind crushing size.
As the Behemoth, for it was the only word that could accurately convey its size, lumbered through the darkness, it began to vibrate. The tentacles began to hum, disconnecting somewhere in the middle, and stretched toward the ship with the precision of a surgeon. The tendrils spun it around, stretching and expanding to grip the ship's surface evenly.
It sang.
The music was wide, long, sweeping, and held in its grasp the encompassment of all hope, and the depth of all fear. Faint lights trickled up its body, tracing the outline of its shape, and dissipated in the wide darkness.
It vanished into the distance, its music gradually muffled by the darkness around it, and the void returned to its previous shape. Absolute stillness hung in the air.
Waiting.
Transmission from: Behemoth Mobile Base to Emissary Command:
Source: Second in Command: Wireframe Xerxes.
Location: Distance: 345mi from base. Arc: 234mi. MFE: 45-978
Mission Status: Mission Failed: Failed to successfully acquire Subject: Metroid.
Were forced to abort mission due to malfunction of Galleom Robot.
Came online; attacked Ship in the middle of a Station raid, allowing survivors to escape and radio for help.
Commander Paxton has ordered us to return to the base, and accepts full responsibility for the mission's failure.
Have acquired test subjects and examples of both Space Pirate and Galactic Federation technology. Are returning to base.
Response from Emissary Command:
Have received data transfer: You are to be rerouted.
Mission control in the Mushroom Kingdom has reported a significant influx in hypnotic activity, and has requested support. You are to be dropped in, and assist as needed.
And tell Commander Paxton that Tabuu will speak to him once he returns.